Chapter 15 Ethan #2
I slid my fingers through her hair once more before lifting my hand and trailing a fingertip along her jaw and down the side of her neck.
Her gaze held mine for an electric moment before she tore her eyes free and yanked her keys out of her purse.
Inside of a hot minute, my hand was curled around hers as we made our way down the hallway upstairs, our footsteps echoing on the hardwood floor.
The second the door to her flat clicked shut behind us, I spun her around and fit my mouth over hers.
She opened to me instantly, her tongue tangling with mine on a low moan.
I pressed her back into the door and plastered myself to her.
I needed—hell I needed more than I could even contemplate, but right now I needed to anchor myself against her.
Every curve of her pressed to me, and the wild need drumming inside of me found a release valve.
I lost track of everything but the feel of her against me and the damp heat between her thighs against my throbbing cock.
I wasn’t much for rushing when it came to sex.
I preferred to take my time and enjoy the ride, so to speak.
It was fair to say I’d never lost control this way.
Zoe made me bloody crazy. All thought went offline, and I was driven by nothing by hungry need and sensation.
I tore my lips free from hers only because I was frantic for the taste of her skin.
I yanked at her blouse, barely registering that I tore the thin silk when a button tried to hold its ground against my tugging.
We stumbled away from the door as she shoved my shirt up, swearing when it caught on my chin.
I reached behind my neck to lift it free, sending it sailing to the floor.
She was already busy unbuttoning my jeans and sliding her palm inside my briefs to free my cock.
I opened my eyes to see her breasts spilling out of the ridiculous excuse for a bra she was wearing—see through sheer black silk—and her nipples taut and pink and begging for me to suck them.
I was distracted at the fact she was still in her skirt and boots and knew just what I wanted. I grabbed her hips and spun her around.
I hadn’t meant to make her stumble, but it worked for me when she caught her balance on the wall.
I flipped her skirt up over her bottom, just like I’d wanted to do ever since I’d laid eyes on her tonight.
Fuck me. Her lush, generous bottom was bare to me with nothing but a slender strip of black silk tucked between her cheeks.
As I steadied her with one hand on her hip, I slid my palm down her back, savoring the hitch in her breath as her spine arched.
As if she read my mind, she flattened her other palm against the wall.
With her skirt riding up over her hips and her boots on, I almost came just looking at her.
I slid my hand down between her cheeks, my breath hissing when I felt the wet silk between her thighs.
I nudged them apart with a knee and shoved the silk out of the way, burying a finger knuckle deep inside of her.
She pressed back into my touch and—another first for me—I was torn between how fucking sexy it would be to finger fuck her until she came, or sink inside of her soaking wet channel post haste.
I drew my finger out and added another, stretching and teasing her channel until she was moaning and riding my hand.
I meant to hold out, but yet again, it turned out my discipline was bloody weak when it came to her.
Still letting her ride the stroke of my fingers, I freed her hip and fumbled in my pocket, yanking my wallet out and using my teeth to free the condom tucked in it.
I threw my wallet aside and smoothed the condom on in record time.
I reluctantly eased my fingers out of her channel and glanced down.
She was the sexiest woman I’d ever seen.
No question about it. With her legs that went on forever, her sweet ass, her fiery hair and her pink, wet pussy, I’d have died happy if this sight was the last I ever saw.
I must’ve waited a beat too long because she glanced over her shoulder and my knees buckled.
Her lips were pink and swollen and her cheeks flushed.
She arched back, pressing her drenched folds against my cock.
The look in her eyes almost made me come.
I gripped my cock and positioned it at her entrance, the kiss of wet heat so tempting, it took every ounce of control I had to hold still for a beat. “Tell me what you want.”
She pressed her hips into my cock, her eyes narrowing, and muttered something I couldn’t hear.
“What, luv?”
“You. I want you!”
“You’ll need to be more specific.”
She tossed her hair back as she looked over her shoulder. “Shut up and fuck me.”
How could I fail to follow an order like that?
I surged into her creamy clench, straight to the hilt.
Her head fell forward before she lifted it again when I began to move.
She was so fucking wet and so fucking tight, I didn’t know how long I’d last. Her entire channel pulsed and clenched around my cock.
I forced myself to slow my strokes, savoring every inch of her throbbing around me.
I gripped her hips and watched as she tilted her ass up and rode my cock like she’d been born to it.
The need to let go was roaring through me, but I held back, reaching around and swirling my thumb over her clit—a hot, wet little button.
She cried my name between gasps, and I finally let go, my release hitting me like a shockwave.
I had to catch my balance with a palm slapping against the wall.
Our breath came in heaves and we stayed still like that—my cock buried deep inside of her—for several long moments.
She finally lifted her head and glanced over her shoulder at me.
One look in her eyes—that dark swirl of gold and green—and my cock twitched.
It should’ve been enough I’d just spent myself completely inside of her.
But it wasn’t. I was becoming uncomfortably aware that I might never get enough of her.
The air felt weighted with a shimmering intimacy.
I didn’t know what the hell to say. I usually had no trouble spouting off something suave, but I couldn’t form a word.
I simply stared at her. With one hand resting on her hips, I felt her skin prickling underneath and realized she was cold.
That was enough to nudge me out of my passion-induced stupor.
I eased out of her and helped her straighten up.
I didn’t like moving away from her, not one bit.
Next thing I knew, I was instructing her to kick off her boots, tugging her clothes off, lifting her into my arms and carting her into the shower.
Another first. For all my tendencies as a player and one who had plenty of sex, I kept a clear boundary around certain matters.
I didn’t sleep in women’s beds, and I certainly didn’t shower with women.
Those activities smacked of an intimacy I’d never sought.
Yet, with Zoe, I didn’t even consider my usual boundaries.
In fact, I’d have been wrestling with disappointment if she tried to draw any lines.
We showered, and I almost fucked her again at the sight of soap bubbles on her skin and water running everywhere.
The only thing that held me back was my belated recollection that this was only the second time she’d had actual sex.
I was the opposite of an expert in this area, but I figured maybe I shouldn’t overdo it.
After we toweled off and tossed on some clothes, I found myself leaning back into the cushions on her couch with her legs draped over mine.
Her skin was rosy from our shower, and she looked delectably cute in a pair of swingy cotton sweatpants and a loose t-shirt.
As I was pondering that I’d barreled my way into this, my stomach growled. Loudly.
Zoe arched a brow. “Hungry?”
My stomach gave its audible answer, and she grinned. “I didn’t even think about the fact you’re probably starving after a game like that.”
“I’m always starving after I play. Doesn’t matter how hard,” I offered with a shrug.
She swung her legs off my lap and moved to get up. “I’ll make…”
I caught her hand. “Don’t.”
She looked back at me. “Don’t what?”
“Walk away. I’m too tired to follow you.”
I was. The physical exhaustion I’d staved off on the fumes of my desire for her was hitting me broadside now.
“You need to eat,” she countered.
“Order pizza. I’ll pay,” I said, pointing to my wallet still on the floor where I’d tossed it by the door earlier.
With a funny smile, she sank back down onto the couch and did as I asked.
The only time she left my side was to answer the door for the pizza delivery.
The last thing I remembered was finally not feeling hungry.
Then, I came to at the feel of a blanket being draped over me.
That galvanized me. Groggy and so fucking tired I could hardly move, I lurched up and muttered I didn’t want to sleep alone.
Moments later, I sighed into her hair against the pillows in her bed and pulled her soft form up against my side.